A loving parody of this crazy old man
Tribute bands, by nature, tend to suck. That’s because they’re largely composed of guys who’ve given up trying to write their own music, so they’re now dressed like chubby, 43-year-old versions of Nikki Six.
Okay, so they can be fun and nostalgic, offering the younger generation a chance to experience what it would have been like to see The Beatles or Zeppelin – if those bands ever played to 30 people at the Rib Fest. To the hip set, they also offer a form of “I’m in on the irony” mirth. Plus, there are things more beautiful in life than getting hammered at a Poison tribute show…
This article appears in Mar 5-11, 2008.